I laughed. “Really? You decipher a person’s personality based on if they like Sam or Dean more?”
He shrugged, looking completely serious.
“If you like it so much, which of the two is your favorite?”
“Two?” He shook his head. “No, doll. Three. Castiel is my favorite.”
“Huh.” I frowned and looked back at the television. “I didn’t figure you for an angel lover.”
He was quiet for a long pause, drawing my eyes back to him. The look on his face was closed, as if he was thinking deeply but didn’t want me to see it.
“I like to think I have a few angels watching over me.”
That made me wonder who he had lost.
The way he tried to keep his eyes blank didn’t completely work. I saw something like anguish in his mostly green eyes. Whoever it was, he must have been very close to them because that look broke my heart a little.
The serious expression vanished within a blink of his eyes, and he winked at me in a way that had my heart rate racing wickedly.
“Plus, Castiel is funny as hell.”
“Okay, so I’m a little in love with Dean,” I admitted once I could think straight again. That damn wink had short-circuited my brain for a few seconds.
“Damn,” he muttered, his shoulders drooping. “I was afraid of that. If it had been Sam, I’m pretty sure I could have talked my way into the running for a piece of your heart. Now I know it’s going to be an uphill battle.”
I just sat there for a moment, not sure how to take that. My heart, on the other hand, did a strange little flip in my chest.
Then he winked again, that grin reappeared, and I laughed.
“Nut.”
“Santana?” Sage called out, and I heard her bedroom door shut. “Who are you talking to?”
A small twinge of irritation hit me. I had been having fun just sitting there, talking to Kale. I wasn’t ready for Sage to mess it up. As soon as she saw Kale, she was going to start asking questions that I didn’t want to answer. Not only because it would be embarrassing as hell, but because I was afraid it would scare Kale away.
“Santana?” Sage entered the living room and seemed to freeze when she saw me sitting on the couch beside the delicious rocker.
She was a cute blonde with the kind of body most girls starved themselves to get. Her blue eyes had never truly shined because her depression had always gotten in the way. She was dressed in a pair of her favorite pajamas with her wet hair pulled into a knot on top of her head.
Pink instantly filled her cheeks, and then she paled, only for them to turn pink once again.
Pressing her lips together, she gave me a sharp look. “Who’s your friend?”
Kale jumped to his feet, his right hand already extended. “Hi,” he said in a voice full of warmth and charm. “I’m Kale.”
Sage blinked up at him, then down at his hand, before slowly shaking it. “Sage.” Her gaze went to me, her brows lifted. There was interest and all-out disbelief in her eyes now.
“Kale is the drummer for Tainted Knights. I did their photo shoot this morning for Emmie Armstrong,” I explained.
Sage still just stood there giving me that look, the one that said she didn’t know if she should believe her eyes or not.
I never brought anyone home with me, and especially not a guy. I had given up on the whole dating thing two years ago, and I had been reluctant to dive back in. Watching Sage and Wade together only made that urge shrink a little more whenever I even thought about going out with someone.
Kale didn’t seem to notice the tension I was suddenly feeling. If he did, he was nice enough not to make it more awkward for me.
“I conned Santana into making me a home-cooked dinner, something I haven’t had in over a year. She took pity on me and invited me home with her.”
That did nothing for my roommate’s shock. If anything, it only made it worse.